Blue sky, white frost. Between, bare limbs with a few last leaves hanging, the world is in an O’Henry mood.
BluegrassPoet
Nov 05
Nov 04
Winged euonymus red as the tip of a safety match, sugar maple orange as the flame, and I, breathing deep the cool air of November.
Nov 02
Kale for dinner, succulent in soup with sausage and pasta. Turnips in the bin, crunchy and just a little hot on the tongue.
Oct 29
A cold west wind makes the dogwood leaves shiver. The ash branches bare and gray against the blue sky.
Oct 28
In back of the refrigerator drawer, I find the last of the season’s fresh peaches. What is it they put in those cans to alter the taste so?
Oct 27
A charcoal sky leaches color from the day, rain falls in occasional drops. I go back in the house for my black coat
Oct 26
A ray of rising sun spotlights the rose bush beside the Episcople church; its blooms more red than drops from the sacred heart.
Oct 24
The Cheshire-Cat moon grins down on me as I speed behind my headlights through the dark morning, headed for the navy-blue horizon.
Oct 23
The wind is SE, the temperature 40. I sip black coffee from a white porcelain mug, the moon hangs in the east like the Cheshire cat’s smile.
Oct 08
These chilly mornings we keep the windows closed and I have lost the birds’ dawn song. Instead I hear the refigerator’s hum.
